Fourteen years ago, my mom poked her head in my bedroom door and said, “It’s your wedding day!”
Today, my husband shook me awake and said, “Time to get up, Snoozer.”
Fourteen years ago, I went to the salon to get my nails painted.
Today, I never let them grow out past my fingertips and nail polish is more of a hassle than it’s worth.
Fourteen years ago, my hair was its natural shade and adorned with a white voluminous veil.
Today, it’s in a ponytail holder that may or may not match my clothes and seriously needs some help from Ms. Clairol.
Fourteen years ago, I grabbed a slice of pizza on the way to the church.
Today, I keep at least three pizzas in my freezer at all times.
Fourteen years ago, my friends gathered in a church to see us get married.
Today, blessedly, I still have those same friends.
Fourteen years ago, my daddy peeked into the sanctuary from the back of the church and dramatically whispered, “I don’t think he’s going to show up.”
Today, there’s never a doubt that he won’t walk in that door.
Fourteen years ago, we had no clue what was to face us.
Today, we still don’t.
Fourteen years ago, we said, “I do.”
Today, we still do.